"The most important thing for an army that can win a war, besides military discipline, is equipment and food."
Having said this, Wang Zheng paused and looked at Xu Fang.
All matters related to materials were initially handed over to Wu Sheng as usual, but he was too lazy, so after several requests, Wang Zheng was handed over to Xu Fang.
Xu Fang was the most thoughtful and rigorous person among the first group of teenagers who followed him. All material matters, including food and weapons, management and storage, were handled in an orderly manner.
As soon as Wang Zheng turned his head, Xu Fang understood and quickly replied:
"The current inventory of the entire battalion's supplies includes about 70,000 kilograms of grain, more than 50 short weapons such as swords, more than 120 long weapons such as spears and halberds, 10 bows and arrows, and 40 pieces of armor."
After Wang Zheng heard this, his brows furrowed and his face looked solemn.
The shortage of armaments and food on our side is expected, but the extent of the shortage...
Some exceeded expectations.
The current source of these supplies, in addition to their own savings before the rebellion, are the gains from the last three fightings.
Most of the armor and bows and arrows were provided by Gong Xu's soldiers. Excluding the ones that were damaged in the fighting, the quantity was not enough to even equip a Tianzhu camp.
Weapons are even more serious. In the absence of long-range attack methods, the largest number of short weapons are the least suitable for frontal fighting on the battlefield.
There is also a problem with food. Seventy thousand kilograms of food... seems like a lot, but the daily consumption of a military camp of nearly 10,000 people is equally astonishing.
You must know that in modern times, everyone's daily food consumption is nearly 1 kilogram.
Although the ancients did not have three meals a day, the physical exertion of the soldiers was far greater than that of people in peaceful times.
Wang Zheng calculated in his mind for a moment. These 70,000 kilograms... would probably last for more than ten days at most before they would be completely consumed.
Thinking of this, Wang Zheng hesitated for a long time and finally made a decision.
Compassion does not command troops!
Orders came out one after another.
"From today on, all food will be under unified control, and food will be provided to the Heavenly Army soldiers with priority. Each person will have two meals a day, and the old, young, women and children will have one meal a day!"
"In the three divisions of Tianfu, experienced craftsmen such as blacksmiths and carpenters are gathered together."
"In the Tiangang two divisions, there are hunters who know horses, raise horses, and have experience in riding horses. They are also gathered together."
"Collect all farm tools and iron tools, including all current long and short weapons, and have them all smelted by the blacksmith. Tell them to only forge spear heads."
"Tianfu's third division cut down suitable trees nearby and assisted the carpenters in making gun shafts."
"Everything must be completed within three days, without any mistakes!"
"In three days, we will march into Zhao County."
The first few orders were okay, but after hearing the last one, everyone's faces showed surprise and hesitation.
Wu Sheng, who had the closest relationship, had the least scruples and could not help but speak:
"Attacking Zhao County? Azheng, here...there are fellow villagers from the same county?"
"Countryman?" Wang Zheng sneered: "If you were a countryman, you should be in this camp right now."
He stared at Wu Sheng, spoke to him, and seemed to speak to everyone.
"You must know that people who are as poor as us are our fellow villagers."
"A person who has good land and a mansion, a huge fortune, and never worries about food and clothing..."
"Never!"
The next day, all orders began to be executed quickly.
Foreign Confucianism and Internal Law in the Han Dynasty.
Confucianism is a soft culture, which emphasizes the subtle influence and suppression of the common people's nature, so that the ruled class will become accustomed to obeying and being restrained.
Legalism, on the other hand, pays attention to keeping the people ignorant. The Book of Shang Jun clearly states that it is easier to govern if the people are stupid, so that the thoughts of the ruled class are imprisoned and their knowledge is suppressed.
To put it bluntly, one makes people get used to it and doesn’t resist, the other makes people don’t know how to resist.
Under such circumstances, even the control of food rations, which had the greatest impact on immediate interests, did not cause much trouble.
They already regard Wang Zheng as a god and no one dares to disobey him.
As a ruler, Wang Zheng also realized for the first time the benefits of the ruling method of external Confucianism and internal law in the feudal era.
After everyone's investigation and search, the number of craftsmen was actually more than Wang Zheng expected, which was an unexpected surprise.
These blacksmiths and carpenters, who usually only make and repair farm tools, although their skills are certainly not very sophisticated, are still enough to meet the requirements of the royal government.
The gun head and barrel are weapons that require very low technical skills.
Whether it's forging or practicing.
As thick smoke billowed out, one after another the iron-making furnaces started working.
The nearby mountains and forests were hit by disasters at the same time, and huge trees fell to the ground.
With full concentration, people's execution ability is actually very strong. With everyone working together, the enthusiastic working atmosphere lasted the whole day.
That night, more than a dozen sample spears appeared in front of Wang Zheng.
Whether it’s quality or workmanship, it doesn’t seem to be quite right?
Wang Zheng picked up a handful and stabbed the void five times.
He knew that his strength was different from ordinary people, so he carefully and gradually increased the strength from the beginning. As a result, by the third time, the gun body began to shake; by the fifth time, the head of the gun was disconnected directly from it, with a snap.
fell to the ground.
"Clang!"
"This...", a clear voice sounded in the long night. Wang Zheng was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the blacksmiths making guns, his expression suddenly changed.
"The villain is guilty." With only a slight hint of anger, several blacksmiths were so frightened that they fell to the ground in a panic. They did not dare to speak for a long time. Finally, an old man who took the lead forced himself to speak, and his voice was a little shaky:
"General... spare your life."
Seeing these people's reaction, Wang Zheng was stunned. In fact, he was only slightly unhappy and not really angry.
Especially when he saw the white-haired old man shivering, he immediately felt apologetic and said proactively with some embarrassment: "I don't blame you, it's my strength."
He was afraid that the blacksmiths would not believe it, so he added: "I also know that you have to make impurities when forging the iron. Time is short and the materials are incomplete. It is good to have such fine quality."
His words were meant to be comforting, and they were indeed in line with the facts.
I secretly lamented in my heart that over the past few days, my hands were stained with blood, and my murderous intention had become more and more serious. Sometimes, when something didn't go my way, I couldn't help but feel the murderous intention.
Now that we are in a high position, we need to pay more attention to restraint.
While thinking about it, Wang Zheng helped a few blacksmiths with a gentle expression, and after some words of comfort, the blacksmiths finally felt relieved and showed expressions of gratitude.
I couldn't control my emotions well enough to scare them, but they were grateful to me for not killing them...
Looking at the steps of those people as they left, still staggering a bit, Wang Zheng flashed a trace of unbearability in his eyes and shook his head.
After a while, he calmed down and said to Wu Sheng and others:
"Let all the soldiers practice in the next two days. First, focus on practicing one straight thrust."
Although the straight thrust is just a simple tactical action, it still has some technical requirements.
How the body exerts force, what posture to exert force, and what angle is suitable for exerting force are all skills.
Wang Zheng has superhuman martial arts, but he is not a master of martial arts. There is no such talent in the camp at the moment, so he can only find a stupid way to let everyone realize it by themselves, and rely on "familiarity".
Of course, it’s ridiculous to think how mature you can be in two days, but in the end, every point counts.
"promise."
Wu Sheng and others nodded quickly.
Seeing that Wang Zheng had no other instructions, everyone left one after another, but Wang Zheng suddenly said: "A Sheng, you stay, there is something you have to do first."
As the original owner's best friend, the two have spent the most time together since time travel. Every time Wu Sheng stood by Wang Zheng's side and gave his full support. In terms of his weight in Wang Zheng's heart, Wu Sheng can be regarded as the world's best friend.
One, even surpassing the Huo mother and daughter.
So if there is anything important, Wang Zheng will always think of him first.
"Azheng, what's wrong?" In private, Wu Sheng would never call him general.
Wang Zheng doesn't want to correct this at all. He likes people to call him this, but of course, not too many.
"You take the Tianchu camp with you..."
Wang Zheng repeatedly warned Wu Sheng twice to make sure that Wu Sheng fully understood the key points and many matters in this matter, and nodded.
When Wu Sheng saw this, he cupped his hands, turned around and walked towards the door.
Just as he stepped over the threshold, Wang Zheng called him again.
"A Sheng."
Wu Sheng was a little surprised. Just when he was about to turn around, a hand hit him heavily on the shoulder.
Behind him, Wang Zheng looked at him seriously: "The sword has no eyes, be careful."
"Ha, you are already a general, why are you such a bitch!"
Wu Sheng smiled and didn't care at all, not at all moved to match this situation.
What a fool! Why should you bring tears to your eyes?
Looking at the other party's back, Wang Zheng smiled and cursed.